It's All Coming Back To Me Now

Well, I'm getting sick, YET again. I'm not a fan of this. I hate how I have a non-existant immune system. I don't know what it's from...I mean I've been going out more than usual with Clay to some gay bars (and on Saturday a girl was pulling my hand trying to get me to dance with her)...maybe I got a 'minority cold'. People usually get them after they go to Bar Mitzvahs for the first time too, and a gay bar DOES equal a bar mitzvah in terms of minorities getting together, having a rockin' time and having a few majority members crash in on the fun..and the hora. (No, not Clayton, it's a Jewish dance).
I saw Mr and Mrs Smith yesterday and it was so very hot. Brad Pitt in a grey suit kicking the shit out of an equally hot Angelina Jolie. Yeah...there was a lot of eye candy in that movie, but Mr Pitt was just out-of-this-world gorgeous. Wow. He even sang in this movie - it was funny and adorable all at the same time. Hmmm, I wish I knew REAL guys who could sing, act and be attractive, funny and adorable all at the same time. I need to make some friends like that...I wish I had talented guy friends who, oh I don't know, went to my high school, or college for that matter. Oh I know what I should do, I should really check up on that acapella group...what are they called...oh yeah, Apocolypse Cow. I've heard they rock. That would make things even better.

Jason was making fun of me.
This is one of many times.
I took a sticky note and stuck it to my forehead in retalliation.
The sticky note said "Kill" on it.
It fell off of my forehead.
Jason's response?
"Even your death doesn't want you".
Jason = Asshole.
Just in case you were curious.